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Preface 

Most  of  my  young  readers  have,  probably, 
never  met  any  of  their  brown  cousins.  These 
cousins  live  on  islands  in  the  Pacific  Ocean, 
and  few  of  them  have  ever  travelled  far  from 
their  sunny  homes. 

Snow  would  be  a  strange  sight  to  them. 
Electric  cars  and  steam-engines  would  terrify 
many.  The  palaces,  the  churches,  and  the 
factories,  found  in  the  cities  of  the  white  race, 
would  fill  them  with  wonder  and  astonish- 
ment. 

Very  few  things  are  needed  to  make  them 
happy  and  contented,  and  Mother  Nature  has 
supplied  these  abundantly.  Plenty  of  sun- 
shine and  fresh  air,  cool  waters  in  which  to 
bathe,  fruits  of  many  kinds  growing  wild  about 


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them,  —  how  can  the  brown  people  be  other- 
wise than  joyous  and  happy  ? 

They  know  little  of  the  great  world,  to  be 
sure,  and  few  of  them  dream  of  the  stores 
of  knowledge  to  be  gained  through  the  study 
of  books,  yet  they  learn  much  from  their  free 
life  in  the  fields  and  forests,  of  which  their 
white  cousins  are  ignorant. 

The  children  of  the  brown  race  are  quite 
different  from  ourselves  in  dress  and  appear- 
ance, in  language  and  habits ;  yet  these  differ- 
ences are  after  all  only  outside  ones,  for  we  are 
all  bound  closely  together  by  one  great  divine 
nature.  When  you  think  of  this,  I  hope  you 
will  be  glad  to  turn  your  minds  for  a  while  to 
the  home  of  your  Brown  Cousin,  and  join  him 
in  his  work  and  play. 

Malden,  Mass.,  May,  1904. 


List  of  Illustrations 


Anahei       ......  frontispiece 

"  She  would  carefully  place   him    on   a   mat   of 


REEDS  ..... 

Anahei' s  Father         .... 
Anahei  and  the  Baby  Mias 
"He  saw  a  monkey  grinning  at  him" 
A  Big  Clam  Shell    .... 


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"The  wild  man  of  Borneo's  just  gone  along." 

I  wonder  if  you  ever  heard  about  your 
cousin  Anahei  ?  He  lives  far  away  from  us. 
He  never  saw  an  electric  car  or  a  steamboat  in 
his  life.  He  knows  nothing  about  a  telephone. 
He  never  heard  of  the  Fourth  of  July,  or  saw 
fireworks,  or  handled  a  firecracker.  Stranger 
still,  he  has  never  seen  one  of  his  millions  of 
white  cousins.  If  one  of  you  should  suddenly 
appear  in  his  island  home,  I  firmly  believe  he 
would  scream  with  fright  and  run  for  safety 
to  his  mother.  Nevertheless,  he  is  a  brave 
boy.  You  will  doubtless  think  so  before  his 
story  is  finished. 

Anahei  is  a  child  of  the  Malay,  or  brown 
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race.  He  is  reddish-brown  from  top  to  toe, 
as  the  saying  is.  His  hair  is  black  and  coarse 
and  straight.  His  face  is  broad.  His  nos- 
trils and  lips  are  broad,  too.  His  feet  and 
hands  would  look  quite  tiny  beside  yours. 
He  is  seven  years  old,  but  much  smaller  than 
his  American  cousins  of  the  same  age.  His 
father  and  mother  are  small,  too.  Neither  of 
them  is  five  feet  tall. 

Their  little  boy  was  born  when  Anahei's 
mamma  was  only  fourteen  years  old !  I  sup- 
pose you  never  in  your  lives  saw  such  a 
young  mother.  She  loves  her  boy  very 
dearly.  Until  he  was  five  years  old,  she 
would  hardly  let  him  go  out  of  her  sight. 
When  she  had  to  go  far  from  the  house,  she 
would  always  carry  her  baby  on  her  back. 
While  she  was  working  in  the  fields  she  would 
carefully  place  him  on  a  mat  of  reeds  in  the 
soft  grass  and  watch  him  constantly  to  see  that 
no  harm  came  to  him. 


"SHE  would  carefully  place  him  on  a  mat  of  reeds. 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       1 1 

But  now  the  boy  is  strong  enough  to  make 
long  trips  with  his  father  into  the  forest ;  he 
has  even  been  on  a  leopard  hunt.  He  has  a 
beautiful  bamboo  canoe,  very  long  and  narrow. 
His  father  gave  it  to  him  on  his  last  birthday, 
and  Anahei  can  row  alone  far  out  on  the  waters 
of  the  Pacific.  He  often  brings  home  shining 
fish  for  the  day's  dinner. 

In  Borneo,  as  you  probably  know,  it  is  very 
hot,  for  the  equator  passes  right  through  the 
island.  The  brown  boy  is  contented  to  lie 
under  the  palm-trees  and  watch  the  birds  in 
the  branches  far  above  his  head  for  hours  at 
a  time.  The  sun  shines  down  with  great  heat, 
and  the  leaves  scarcely  flutter,  there  is  so  little 
breeze.  When  it  gets  cooler,  Anahei  and  the 
other  children  of  the  village  go  down  to  the 
beach  and  swim  in  and  out  among  the  breakers, 
as  much  at  home  in  the  water  as  are  the  fishes 
themselves. 

One  day  all  the  boys  joined  in  a  swimming 


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match.  They  grew  so  much  interested  that 
they  forgot  everything  but  the  sport.  Suddenly 
there  was  a  scream  of  fright,  then  another  and 
another.  A  huge  shark  was  close  upon  the 
children.  He  suddenly  turned  over  on  his 
back.  His  horrible  mouth  was  wide  open, 
showing  row  upon  row  of  long,  sharp  teeth. 
Faster  and  faster  the  boys  swam  toward  the 
beach,  but  one  poor  little  fellow  was  unable 
to  escape.  The  others  dared  not  even  turn  to 
see  the  fate  of  their  playmate.  They  could 
only  guess  what  a  terrible  death  came  to  him. 
They  knew  that  they  must  make  all  the  haste 
they  could,  or  the  shark  would  devour  them 
too.  What  a  race  it  was  to  the  shore !  How 
long  it  seemed  before  they  were  safe  once 
more  in  the  village.  But  when  they  reached 
their  homes,  you  must  not  suppose  that  they 
cried  or  talked  fast.  They  did  not  even  seem 
excited  when  telling  their  mothers  what  had 
happened.     That  is  not  the  way  of  the  brown 


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people.  They  are  quiet  and  calm,  even  in 
times  of  great  excitement. 

A  baby  sister  came  to  Anahei.  When  she 
was  born  his  papa  was  not  pleased,  because  his 
child  was  a  girl.  He  wished  for  another  boy. 
He  said,  "  Girls  are  not  of  much  use,  anyway." 
He  took  the  new-born  baby  and  carried  her 
up  on  a  rock  that  reached  far  over  the  water. 
He  threw  her  into  the  sea  just  as  a  shark  came 
in  sight.  Of  course  that  was  the  last  of  the 
poor,  helpless  baby.  Then  the  father  walked 
on  calmly  to  his  work  as  if  nothing  had  hap- 
pened. It  is  common  for  the  Malays  to  give 
their  girl  babies  to  the  sharks.  They  do  not 
think  it  wrong  to  do  so. 

Anahei  lives  in  a  village  surrounded  by  a 
fence.  Perhaps  that  is  to  keep  out  the  wild 
animals.  Every  house  is  built  on  a  frame- 
work high  above  the  ground.  The  houses 
are  made  of  bamboo  and  have  high  pointed 
roofs,  thatched  with  the  leaves  of  palm-trees. 


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They  look  like  a  village  of  roofs  with  no  walls. 
The  rain  slides  off  the  leaves,  so  that  the 
water  scarcely  ever  drips  into  the  houses. 
There  are  no  windows,  and  only  one  opening, 
where  the  door  should  be.  But  you  will  won- 
der how  the  people  are  safe  at  night.  A  mat 
is  hung  up  across  the  doorway  to  keep  ou, 
all  intruders. 

What  a  pretty  floor  there  is  in  Anahei's 
house  !  I  wish  I  could  have  one  like  it  my- 
self. Reeds  of  bamboo  are  split  in  halves 
and  laid  side  by  side.  It  is  very  cool  and 
comfortable  to  walk  on.  Mats  are  laid  over 
the  floor  and  serve  as  beds,  lounges,  and 
chairs.  They  are  the  only  furniture  you  can 
find  in  Anahei's  house.  He  has  often  helped 
to  make  these  mats  out  of  the  ribs  of  the  palm 
leaves,  or  of  the  long  grasses  that  grow  near 
the  house. 

Sometimes  his  mother  wishes  to  have  more 
than  one  room.     Then  she  hangs  up  a  mat 


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in  the  middle  of  the  house  to  divide  it.  This 
takes  the  place  of  the  screens  used  by  Japanese 
women. 

At  bedtime,  Anahei  lies  down  on  his  own 
little  mat  near  his  mother's  side,  and,  resting 
his  neck  on  a  big  bamboo,  is  soon  fast  asleep. 
When  morning  comes,  you  may  be  sure  he 
does  not  need  to  be  called  twice.  His  bed 
and  pillow  are  not  soft  enough  for  that.  I 
am  sure  my  neck  would  ache  worse,  after 
sleeping  as  he  does,  than  if  I  followed  the 
Japanese  custom  of  resting  it  on  a  hollowed 
block  of  wood. 

On  the  walls  of  Anahei's  house  hang  his 
father's  spears.  His  bows  and  arrows  are 
there,  too.  They  are  all  ready  for  hunting 
at  a  moment's  notice.  Anahei  has  some  little 
bows  and  arrows  of  his  own.  Sometimes  he 
and  his  playmates  practise  shooting  at  a  mark 
on  a  tree.  Each  boy  tries  to  push  the  arrow 
of  the  other  out   of  the  place  where  it  has 


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struck.  Anahei  often  shoots  birds  in  the 
forest,  and  brings  them  home  for  his  mother 
to  cook. 

But  where  does  she  cook  ?  There  is  no 
stove  in  the  house,  and  there  are  no  dishes. 
The  brown  woman  never  heard  of  such  queer 
things.  When  dinner-time  comes,  she  makes 
a  fire  on  the  ground  in  front  of  the  house. 
She  has  no  matches,  but  that  is  a  small  matter. 
When  she  was  a  very  little  girl,  she  learned  to 
rub  one  stick  of  bamboo  against  the  rounded 
surface  of  another  till  a  spark  was  kindled. 
She  has  taught  Anahei  to  do  this,  so  that  he 
is  a  good  fire-maker,  and  can  quickly  make  a 
blaze  in  the  dried  leaves  and  twigs. 

The  table  is  soon  spread.  Nothing  is 
needed  except  a  few  leaves  of  the  breadfruit- 
tree  for  plates,  and  some  halves  of  cocoanut 
shells,  which  serve  as  cups.  But  what  will 
Anahei  have  to  eat  when  all  is  ready,  and 
what   will    he    drink?       He   is    very   hungry. 


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There  is  neither  bread,  nor  milk,  and  most 
of  his  little  white  cousins  would  think  they 
must  have  these.  At  any  rate,  there  should 
be  some  sugar-cookies,  or  pies,  or  cakes. 
Anahei  is  well  and  strong,  yet  he  has  lived 
seven  years  without  tasting  any  of  these 
things. 

See !  his  mother  is  bringing  a  large  bamboo 
filled  with  delicious  rice.  Every  grain  is  white 
and  tender.  It  was  cooked  in  this  queer  kettle 
or  dish ;  I  hardly  know  what  to  call  it.  And 
Anahei  is  never  tired  of  rice.  He  has  eaten 
it  every  day  since  his  mother  discovered  his 
first  pearly  tooth. 

Besides  this,  he  has  all  the  cocoanut  milk 
he  can  drink.  Children  of  temperate  lands 
cannot  dream  what  this  is  like.  When  the 
fruit  is  green  and  fresh,  the  pulp  inside  is 
soft  and  creamy,  while  the  milk  is  rich  and 
sweet.  One  never  grows  tired  of  it,  it  is  so 
refreshing.     Anahei    does    not    care    for    the 


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coffee  which  his  papa  and  mamma  sometimes 
drink  in  its  place. 

With  the  rice  there  is  often  fish  fresh  from 
the  water.  Sometimes  it  is  cooked,  and  some- 
times it  is  eaten  raw.  Anahei  would  laugh  at 
you  if  he  could  see  you  shudder  at  that. 
Many  people  of  the  hot  lands  would  like  to 
make  us  believe  that  raw  fish  is  very  delicious. 

Anahei's  father  often  brings  a  wild  pig  home 
from  the  hunt.  It  is  roasted  in  the  ashes,  and 
makes  a  feast  fit  for  a  king,  or  for  any  one 
else  who  enjoys  the  good  things  of  this  world. 
Then  there  are  yams,  which  taste  very  much 
like  the  sweet  potatoes  you  have.  There  are 
pineapples,  birds  of  many  kinds,  and  eggs 
from  the  ducks  and  hens  which  Anahei 
raises. 

There  is  no  danger  of  the  little  brown  boy's 
starving.  And  if  sometimes  he  finds  that  he 
has  a  "  sweet  tooth,"  he  does  not  need  to 
go  to  his  papa  and  beg  for  a  penny  to  spend 


ANAHEI   S    FATHER. 


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at  the  store.  In  the  first  place,  there  are 
no  pennies  where  he  lives ;  in  the  next,  there 
are  no  stores.  Anahei  simply  runs  over  to 
the  field  of  sugar-cane,  cuts  a  nice,  juicy  stick, 
and  sucks  it.  And  you  may  believe  that  it  is 
better  than  any  rock  candy  or  chocolate  creams 
that  you  could  give  him. 

It  is  so  hot  where  our  little  cousin  lives  that 
he  has  no  need  of  clothing.  When  he  grows 
up  to  be  a  man,  however,  he  will  wear  a  waist- 
cloth  of  blue  cotton,  ending  in  three  broad 
bands  of  red,  white,  and  blue.  This  is  the 
only  kind  of  garment  his  father  owns,  ex- 
cept a  red  handkerchief  bordered  with  gold 
lace,  to  wind  around  his  head,  and  a  queer 
cone-shaped  hat  made  of  grasses,  which  he 
wears  when  he  is  at  his  work.  Anahei  longs 
for  the  time  when  he  will  be  the  proud  pos- 
sessor of  a  handkerchief  like  his  papa's. 

His  mother  wears  a  short  petticoat  made  of 
gaily-coloured  cotton.     Her  arms  and  ankles 


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are  bound  with  brass  rings.  Around  her  neck 
is  a  heavy  chain  of  black  beads,  and  in  her 
ears  are  large,  heavy,  moon-shaped  earrings. 
She  thinks  as  much  of  this  rude  jewelry  as  the 
rich  ladies  of  America  do  of  their  pearls  and 
diamonds.  You  can  often  judge  of  the  wealth 
of  the  Malays  by  the  number  of  armlets  and 
anklets  worn  by  the  women. 

I  forgot  to  tell  you  the  most  important  part 
of  the  toilet  of  Anahei's  family.  Each  one 
of  them  carries  a  little  pouch  fastened  about 
the  waist.  It  is  made  of  grasses.  They 
would  feel  lost  without  it,  for  it  contains  a 
part  of  the  betel-nut,  which  people  of  their 
race  are  fond  of  chewing.  Anahei's  father  and 
mother  also  carry  pipes  and  tobacco  with  them. 
And,  would  you  believe  it,  even  our  little 
seven-year-old  Anahei  smokes  !  It  is  a  great 
pity,  and  will  doubtless  make  him  like  an 
old  man  before  his  time.  Yet  such  is  the 
custom   in   Borneo.     Travellers  there  tell  us 


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that  even  little  babies  have  been  seen  with 
cigars  between  their  lips. 

Perhaps  that  is  one  reason  why  Anahei's 
people  are  so  small,  and  he  is  so  slow  and 
sleepy  in  his  nature.  It  is  all  the  more  reason 
that  we  should  send  our  love  to  the  little  boy. 
We  must  hope  that  the  time  will  come  when 
his  people  will  be  wiser  in  some  things. 

Of  course  you  will  ask  if  Anahei  ever 
studies,  or  if  there  is  a  teacher  in  the  village 
for  all  those  little  boys  and  girls.  Anahei  has 
never  seen  a  book  in  his  life.  He  has  heard 
that  in  a  village  a  long  way  from  his  own  there 
is  a  man  who  makes  queer-looking  marks  with 
a  small  stick.  He  has  also  heard  that  when 
others  read  those  marks  they  can  make  a 
story  of  them.  But  all  this  seems  like  a  fairy- 
tale to  him.     He  can't  believe  it. 

Although  Anahei  has  no  lessons  to  learn,  he 
is  very  busy  all  the  time,  reading  the  book  of 
Nature.     There  are  many  pages,  and  a  new 


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one  is  turned  for  him  every  morning.  He 
can  tell  you  enough  about  the  wild  beasts  and 
their  habits,  the  birds,  the  flowers,  all  the 
wonders  of  the  forest  life,  to  make  the  most 
marvellous  story  you  ever  heard. 

As  for  pets,  he  gets  a  new  one  nearly  every 
day.  He  has  two  beautiful  parrots.  They 
swing  by  the  doorway  on  bamboo  perches 
all  day  long,  calling  "Anahei,  Anahei,  madu, 
madu"  (honey,  honey).  They  are  very  fond 
of  sweet  things.  Anahei  has  much  fun  in 
teaching  his  parrots  to  talk,  but  I  fear  you 
would  not  understand  the  queer  words  they 
repeat  after  him.  The  chickens  and  ducks 
are  very  tame.  One  of  Anahei's  duties  is 
to  feed  and  water  them.  They  have  no 
coops,  but  lay  their  eggs  in  baskets  hung 
under  the  eaves  of  the  house.  At  night  they 
sleep  on  the  ridge  of  the  house. 

Anahei  has  two  fruit-pigeons,  one  green  and 
one  white.     They    coo    gently    at    noon    and 


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night.  He  is  watching  every  day  to  see 
how  many  young  birds  will  be  hatched  by 
the  mothers.  He  has  a  homely,  wolfish-look- 
ing dog,  who  follows  him  wherever  he  goes, 
and  is  ready  to  protect  him  from  any  danger. 
But  the  queerest  pet  of  all  is  a  baby  orang- 
outang. I  shall  have  to  tell  you  how  it  came 
to  live  with  Anahei.  A  few  days  ago,  his 
father  discovered  that  his  fruit  was  being 
stolen.  It  was  not  ripe,  so  surely  no  human 
hands  would  take  it.  The  man  said  to  him- 
self, "  I  will  watch  to  see  if  any  animal  gets 
over  the  village  fence  after  dark."  He  did 
watch,  and  soon  discovered  that  the  thief 
was  a  large,  full-grown  orang-outang.  It 
was  nearly  the  size  of  a  man.  An  orang- 
outang is  a  very  dangerous  creature  when 
attacked,  and  finds  itself  unable  to  escape. 
No  other  animal  except  the  python  and  the 
crocodile  will  dare  to  assail  it,  and  in  a  fight 
with  these  it  is  almost  sure  to  win. 


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The  next  morning  Anahei's  father  and  all 
the  men  in  the  village  armed  themselves  with 
spears,  as  well  as  with  bows  and  arrows,  and 
started  out  into  the  forest.  They  had  not 
gone  far  before  they  saw  the  powerful  beast. 
She  was  walking  slowly  among  the  branches 
of  the  trees.  As  soon  as  she  caught  sight  of 
the  men,  she  fled  from  them  in  great  haste. 
She  never  once  came  down  to  the  ground, 
but  kept  the  men  hurrying  after  her  as  she 
made  her  way  from  tree  to  tree.  Now  and 
then  she  would  stop  and  peer  down  through 
the  leaves  to  see  if  she  were  followed.  What 
a  horrible-looking  creature  she  was,  —  like  a 
human  being,  yet  not  like  one.  She  had  long, 
reddish  hair  all  over  her  body.  She  reached 
out  with  her  long  arms  and  grasped  the  over- 
lapping branches.  She  swung  herself  onward, 
rather  than  jumped. 

At  last  she  came  to  a  tree  that  was  apart 
from    those    beyond    it.     The   men  came  up, 


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out  of  breath.  The  orang-outang  looked 
down  at  them  with  wild  face  and  teeth  set 
firm.  She  did  not  move,  but  crouched  among 
the  leaves.  Whiz,  came  the  arrows  about  her. 
Surely  they  must  have  struck  her.  She  did 
not  make  a  sound,  but  stretched  herself  out 
on  a  large  branch.  Anahei's  father  seized  his 
spear,  and  making  his  way  up  the  tree  pre- 
pared to  strike.  If  the  orang-outang  still 
lived,  she  might  clutch  him  as  he  drew  near. 
Then  she  would  strangle  him  in  her  strong 
arms.  But  no,  she  was  motionless.  An 
arrow  had  pierced  her  heart. 

Much  to  the  man's  surprise,  a  baby  orang- 
outang was  held  fast  in  one  arm.  She  had 
carried  it  with  her  in  her  flight  through  the 
trees.  It  was  unharmed.  Anahei's  father  said 
to  himself,  "  I  will  take  this  home  and  show 
it  to  my  boy.  It  will  be  a  new  sight  for 
him."  So  he  came  down  the  tree  with  the 
helpless    little  creature.     It   clung  to   him  as 


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tightly  as  it  had  held  on  to  its  mother's  hairy 
side  a  few  minutes  before. 

When  the  men  drew  near  the  village,  the 
children  came  out  to  meet  them.  They  were 
told  the  joyful  news  that  the  thief  had  been 
caught  and  killed.  Anahei  was  there,  and 
running  up  to  his  father,  he  said :  "  What  is 
that  queer  little  thing  in  your  arms,  papa  ? " 
He  was  greatly  surprised  when  he  found  it 
was  a  baby  orang-outang.  It  could  not  have 
been  more  than  a  week  old,  and  it  was  not 
nearly  so  large  as  a  human  baby  of  that  age. 
When  his  father  told  him  he  had  brought  it 
home  on  purpose  to  show  him,  Anahei  begged 
to  keep  it,  if  only  for  a  little  while.  He 
wanted  to  watch  its  queer  ways  and  the  funny 
faces  it  made  when  it  was  pleased  or  when  it 
disliked  anything.  At  length  his  father  con- 
sented. 

The  baby  orang-outang  was  carried  into  the 
house  and  laid  on  a  pile  of  dried  grasses.     It 


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was  very  helpless.  It  could  not  get  about 
as  a  baby  monkey  can.  It  only  rolled  on  the 
grass.  If  Anahei  came  near,  it  would  try  to 
catch  hold  of  him.  But  there  was  no  long 
hair,  like  its  dead  mamma's,  for  it  to  clutch. 
It  missed  something,  it  did  not  know  what. 
It  began  to  cry  as  a  human  baby  would  have 
done.  Anahei  saw  that  the  poor  little  creature 
was  hungry. 

What  could  he  give  it  to  drink  ?  There 
was  no  milk,  and  the  baby  orang-outang  could 
not  eat.  Ah  !  he  would  open  a  cocoanut  and 
dip  his  fingers  in  the  liquid.  Then  he  would 
let  the  baby  mias,  as  he  called  it,  suck  his 
fingers.  It  had  no  teeth,  so  that  it  could 
not  bite.  The  new  pet  seemed  to  enjoy  its 
dinner  very  much,  and  pulled  in  its  cheeks 
and  rolled  its  eyes  in  delight,  as  it  sucked 
away  at  Anahei's  fingers.  When  it  had  taken 
enough  cocoanut  milk,  Anahei  laid  it  once 
more   on    the  grass.     It  curled  itself  up  and 


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was  soon  fast  asleep.  Then  its  new  nurse 
examined  the  limbs  of  the  little  creature.  He 
noticed  that  the  legs  were  much  shorter  than 
the  arms.  He  did  not  wonder  that  orang- 
outangs walk  bent  over  like  old  men,  ready 
to  use  their  long  arms  in  getting  from  tree 
to  tree.  Anahei  noticed  the  queer  shape  of 
the  hands.  He  knew  that  orang-outangs  walk 
on  the  knuckles  instead  of  having  the  fingers 
spread  out.  Of  course,  you  know  that  they 
are  four-handed  animals. 

As  he  sat  there  watching  his  sleeping  charge, 
Anahei  thought  of  the  battle  his  father  had 
once  seen  and  described  to  him.  It  was 
between  a  mias  and  a  crocodile. 

The  man  had  travelled  many  miles  into  the 
forest  and  had  come  to  a  jungle.  A  muddy 
river  flowed  near  by.  As  he  was  resting  under 
a  tree,  he  suddenly  saw  a  huge  orang-outang 
descending  another  tree  close  to  the  riverside. 
He  had  his  eyes  upon  fruit  growing  on  a  low 


ANAHEI    AND     THE    BABY    MIAS. 


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bush  near  by.  Just  then  a  crocodile's  head 
appeared  above  the  water.  He  rushed  upon 
the  mias  with  mouth  wide  open.  Although 
taken  by  surprise,  the  orang-outang  turned 
quickly.  In  another  instant  he  was  upon 
the  crocodile's  back,  tearing  open  his  jaws 
with  his  powerful  arms.  Of  course,  that  was 
the  end  of  the  venturesome  crocodile.  The 
orang-outang  seemed  scarcely  tired  by  the 
combat,  and  turned  to  eat  his  fruit  once  more. 
Anahei's  papa  was  all  alone.  He  did  not  dare 
to  attack  the  mias,  so  he  softly  hurried  away. 

How  Anahei  wishes  he  could  have  been 
there  !  But  now  he  has  a  baby  orang-outang 
to  take  care  of,  and  he  is  busy  trying  to  satisfy 
its  wants.  Poor  little  one,  the  cocoanut  milk 
does  not  take  the  place  of  its  mother's.  It 
grows  thinner  and  weaker  every  day.  It  frets 
and  cries  nearly  all  the  time.  Anahei's  papa 
says  it  must  be  killed,  as  it  is  too  troublesome. 
Anahei  cries  at  this,  but  there  is  no  need  to 


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kill  the  little  creature ;  it  makes  its  last  little 
moan  and  dies  from  weakness. 

One  day,  as  Anahei  was  busy  shelling  some 
rice  with  his  mamma,  they  heard  a  great  dis- 
turbance in  the  village.  Men,  women,  and 
children  were  rushing  along,  some  in  one 
direction,  some  in  another.  Shouts  were 
heard,  "  Hurry  !  Get  out  of  the  way,  or  you 
will  be  killed."  Anahei  and  his  mother  ran 
up  the  steps  and  hid  inside  their  house.  They 
knew  what  it  meant.  Some  poor  man,  half- 
crazed  by  trouble  or  sickness,  was  "  running 
amok."  He  was  so  unhappy  that  he  wished 
to  die.  But  it  must  be  an  honourable  death. 
He  seized  his  spear  and  ran  through  the 
village.  He  pierced  every  one  he  could  with 
the  dangerous  weapon.  Many  fled  before 
him  as  Anahei  and  his  mother  did.  Others 
rushed  to  meet  him  and  tried  with  their  own 
spears  to  end  his  life.  But  before  they  suc- 
ceeded, the  man  who  "  ran  amok  "  had  killed 


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six  of  his  neighbours.  This  made  his  own 
death  a  glorious  one,  according  to  the  strange 
ideas  of  these  strange  people. 

As  you  probably  know,  there  are  but  two 
seasons  in  Anahei's  country,  one  wet  and  one 
dry.  But  you  must  not  suppose  that  it  rains 
all  the  time  during  the  wet  season.  Usually 
the  rain  falls  at  night  and  for  a  short  time 
each  morning.  Such  a  rain !  You  would 
get  drenched  in  one  minute.  It  seems  as 
if  the  skies  opened  and  were  going  to  drop 
all  the  water  at  once.  Pools  and  deep  puddles 
are  to  be  seen  everywhere.  No  wonder  that 
the  houses  are  built  high  above  the  ground. 
Otherwise  it  would  be  impossible  to  sleep  or 
to  sit  down  on  the  floors  during  the  rainy 
season,  for  you  must  remember,  there  are  no 
chairs  or  bedsteads. 

The  little  brown  boy  has  many  duties.  I 
have  told  you  that  he  helps  his  mother  in 
making  the  mats  of  grasses,  and  that  he  goes 


32       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

fishing  and  hunting.  He  also  helps  his  father 
in  many  ways.  There  are  fruits  to  gather 
and  put  away  for  the  wet  season ;  the  rice- 
fields  have  to  be  cared  for ;  the  bamboo  must 
be  cut ;  the  boats  are  to  be  mended,  and  new 
ones  made.  In  fact,  there  is  always  some- 
thing to  do. 

Just  now  is  a  busy  time  in  the  village 
The  people  have  found  a  sago-tree  that  is 
ready  to  be  cut  down.  It  has  been  growing 
for  fifteen  years  and  is  all  ready  to  send  up 
its  white  flowers  at  the  top.  Then  it  will  die. 
Its  work  will  be  done.  But  this  is  the  very 
time  to  get  the  sago  which  makes  health-giv- 
ing food  for  so  many  people.  One  large  tree 
will  yield  nine  hundred  pounds  of  sago.  That 
is  enough  food  to  keep  one  man  alive  and  well 
for  a  year. 

The  men  cut  down  the  tree  and  take  off 
the  bark  on  the  upper  side.  On  the  inside 
is  a  pithy  substance.     This  looks  rusty  below, 


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but  higher  up  on  the  tree  it  is  pure  white. 
It  is  as  hard  as  a  mealy  apple.  The  men 
pound  it  to  powder  with  "heir  clubs.  Then 
water  is  poured  on,  any  tough  fibres  are 
cleared  away,  and  the  rest  is  made  into  cylin- 
ders. But  this  is  not  all.  It  must  be  baked 
in  little  clay  ovens  that  the  villagers  have 
learned  to  make.  Then  it  can  be  kept  for 
a  long,  long  time.  Sometimes,  however,  it 
is  dried  in  the  sun  and  done  up  in  bundles, 
or  put  away  in  big  bamboos. 

The  next  time  you  eat  some  of  your 
mother's  delicious  sago  pudding,  think  of 
Anahei  out  in  the  woods  of  Borneo  pound- 
ing the  sago  up  into  powder,  or  watching  it 
bake  in  the  odd  little  oven  which  his  father 
made. 

Often  when  our  little  brown  cousin  is 
hungry,  he  gets  a  cake  of  the  dried  sago, 
and  eats  it  as  3  ou  would  eat  a  cracker  or  a 
piece  of  bread.     Sometimes,  when  he  is  a  very 


34       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

good  boy,  his  mother  bakes  some  cakes  of 
sago  for  him,  and  allows  him  to  eat  sugar 
and  grated  cocoanut  on  them.  But  you  must 
not  think  that  he  does  not  try  to  be  good 
all  the  time.  Anahei  does  not  dream  of  dis- 
obeying his  parents,  while  they  are  always 
kind  and  gentle  to  him. 

It  seems  very  strange,  yet  these  quiet  folk 
are  fond  of  brutal  sports.  All  the  people  in 
the  village  stop  their  work  on  the  afternoon 
of  a  cock-fight.  How  their  eyes  gleam  as 
they  watch  the  blood  flow  from  the  poor 
creatures'  sides  and  heads  !  See  !  the  men  are 
betting  tobacco,  pieces  of  cloth,  or  palm  wine, 
as  to  which  bird  will  win.  You  must  know 
that  they  have  no  money,  and  these  things 
are  used  instead  of  it.  When  the  fight  is 
over,  perhaps  the  owner  of  the  successful 
cock  will  have  a  feast  and   invite  his  friends. 

As  I  have  told  you,  Anahei  sleeps  on  a 
little   mat    near    his    mother.     One    night   all 


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the  family  were  sound  asleep,  when  there 
was  a  queer,  heavy,  rustling  noise  near  the 
doorway.  Only  Anahei's  papa  was  aroused. 
Half-awake,  he  said  to  himself,  "  A  wind 
must  have  come  up  and  shaken  the  mat  in 
the  doorway."  Then,  as  all  was  still,  he 
went  to  sleep  again.  In  the  morning,  Anahei 
was  the  first  to  open  his  eyes.  As  he  did  so, 
he  looked  up.  There,  on  one  of  the  roof 
beams,  was  a  great  coil  of  something.  It 
looked  like  a  huge  piece  of  tortoise-shell  with 
bright  eyes  in  the  centre.  It  was  a  python, 
the  largest  of  all  serpents. 

Anahei  was  almost  paralysed  with  fear. 
Then,  still  not  moving,  he  whispered,  "  Papa, 
mamma,  look,  look  !  "  The  boy's  frightened 
whisper  awoke  them  at  once.  The  first  glance 
showed  the  danger  that  threatened  them. 
Somehow,  they  hardly  knew  how  they  did  it, 
they  seized  Anahei  between  them,  tore  the 
mat  away  from  the  doorway,  and  were  outside. 


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Other  villagers  came  up  and  gathered  around. 
All  tried  to  think  how  they  could  drive  the 
enemy  out  of  the  house  with  least  danger  to 
themselves.  Our  little  Anahei  stood  close 
by  his  father's  side.  One  of  the  neighbours 
proposed  a  good  plan.  It  could  only  be 
carried  out  by  working  rapidly.  A  noose  of 
rattan  was  fastened  to  a  long,  stout  stick. 
Anahei's  father  took  these  and  went  into  the 
house  alone.  With  his  stick  he  reached  up 
and  poked  the  python.  The  serpent  began 
to  uncoil  himself.  In  an  instant  the  rattan 
noose  was  thrown  about  his  head,  and  he 
was  brought  down  to  the  floor.  Then  the 
man  seized  his  tail  and  rushed  out  into  the 
yard,  dragging  the  huge  snake  after  him. 
It  took  all  his  strength  to  do  this.  The 
men  outside  were  ready,  and  soon  ended  the 
life  of  the  monster  with  their  blows.  Even 
little  Anahei  did   his  part. 

After  this  lively  scene,  the  men  sat  down 


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to  quiet  themselves  with  a  smoke.  Some  of 
the  village  boys  gave  them  a  concert  with 
tom-toms  and  jew's-harps.  The  music  of  the 
Malays  is  not  harsh,  like  that  of  the  Chinese, 
but  it  is  rather  sad.  They  seldom  play  or 
sing  anything  that  is  lively.  Their  songs  are 
what  one  might  expect  to  hear  from  slow, 
quiet  people,  who  seldom  laugh  or  grow  noisy. 

Anahei's  mamma  sometimes  needs  to  know 
what  time  it  is.  She  wishes  to  have  dinner 
ready  when  her  husband  gets  through  with 
his  work.  But  there  is  not  a  clock  in  the 
village ;  at  least  none  like  any  you  ever  saw. 

Her  husband  got  a  section  of  a  large  bam- 
boo and  filled  it  half  full  of  water.  Then 
he  took  half  of  a  cocoanut  shell  and  bored  a 
small  hole  in  the  bottom  of  it.  When  this 
floated  on  the  surface  of  the  water,  it  began  to 
bubble  up,  drop  by  drop.  At  the  end  of  an 
hour  the  shell  was  so  full  of  water  that  it  sank 
to  the  bottom  of  the  bamboo.     In  this  way, 


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Anahei's  mamma  can  count  the  time  as  it 
passes.  At  the  end  of  each  hour  she  empties 
the  shell  and  lifts  it  again  to  the  top  of  the 
water.  Anahei  has  made  himself  one  of  these 
water-clocks  and  carries  it  with  him  when 
he  goes  fishing.  Thus  he  easily  knows  when 
to  come  home.  Of  course,  this  is  not  as 
convenient  as  a  stem-winding  watch,  but  at 
least  it  costs  nothing. 

One  morning  Anahei's  papa  said,  "  Come 
with  me  to-day,  my  boy,  and  we  will  get  a 
store  of  honey.  I  have  found  a  nest  of  wild 
bees  in  the  forest."  Anahei  was  delighted. 
He  got  a  long  pole,  on  the  ends  of  which  he 
hung  large  bamboo  pails.  His  father  did  the 
same.  Then,  after  a  good  lunch  had  been 
prepared  for  them,  the  two  started  off  on  the 
day's  trip.  They  had  to  travel  several  miles 
through  the  forest.  "  But  so  much  the 
better,"  thought  Anahei.  "  I  shall  see  some 
new  sights." 


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And  sure  enough,  they  had  not  gone  far 
when  down  from  a  tree-top  came  the  queer- 
est looking  little  creature,  right  in  front  of 
Anahei.  It  was  a  flying  frog!  Its  back 
was  a  beautiful  shining  green.  The  under 
part  of  its  body  was  white.  Its  toes  were 
joined  together  with  broad  membranes. 
These  made  it  able  to  fly  fifty  feet  down 
through  the  air  as  easily  as  a  bird.  Anahei 
did  not  hurt  it.  He  and  his  father  sat  down 
to  watch  it  as  it  jumped  into  a  stream  near 
them.  Then  away  it  went,  swimming  along 
after  bugs.  The  frog  could  not  have  been 
over  four  inches  long,  while  the  feet,  with  the 
membranes  spread,  covered  a  space  of  twelve 
square  inches.  Anahei  did  not  know  that 
his  own  land  of  Borneo  is  the  only  place  in 
the  world  where  this  curious  little  creature  has 
as  yet  been  found  by  naturalists.  It  was  the 
first  time  he  himself  had  ever  seen  one. 

Their  path  now  led  over  the  stream.     They 


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had  to  go  a  little  out  of  their  way  to  cross  on 
a  bridge  that  had  been  built  farthei  down. 
It  was  made  of  long  strips  of  bamboo  which 
were  crossed.  Another  bamboo  was  laid  over 
these.  Light  railings  of  the  same  wood  were 
placed  along  the  sides  and  fastened  to  trees 
growing  on  the  edges  of  the  stream.  It  was 
so  light  and  delicate  that  it  seemed  like  a  fairy 
bridge.  Yet  Anahei  and  his  father  walked 
across  in  perfect  safety.  They  heard  a  great 
chattering  in  the  tree-tops  as  they  hurried 
along.  A  cocoanut  fell  down  and  almost 
struck  Anahei  on  the  head.  He  jumped 
aside  just  in  time  to  dodge  it.  Looking  up, 
he  saw  a  monkey  grinning  at  him  through 
the  leaves.  Beautiful  paroquets  and  cocka- 
toos were  flying  about  and  calling  to  each 
other.  It  seemed  as  if  their  voices  must  be 
human,  and  that  hundreds  of  people  were 
hiding  in  the  woods.  Anahei  was  used 
to    all    this.     He    kept   a  sharp    lookout  for 


"  HE    SAW    A    MONKEY    GRINNING    AT    HIM. 


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poisonous  snakes,  while  his  father  carried  his 
spear  in  his  hand.  Of  course  you  can  guess 
the  reason.  They  might  be  suddenly  at- 
tacked by    wild  animals. 

Suddenly  Anahei  stopped  in  front  of  a  tree 
and  said,  "  Father,  do  you  see  a  bird's  beak 
sticking  through  that  curious  little  hole  ? 
Look  !  Now  it's  gone.  How  could  a 
bird  get  into  that  queer  prison  house  ? " 
His  father  went  up  to  the  tree  and  exam- 
ined it.  Yes,  there  was  a  cavity,  without 
doubt,  in  the  side  of  the  trunk.  But  it  was 
plastered  up,  with  the  exception  of  a  small 
opening,  with  a  sort  of  mud  cement.  And 
sure  enough,  there  was  a  bird's  beak. 

"  That  is  a  mother  hornbill,"  said  Anahei's 
papa.  "  Did  you  never  see  one  before  ?  Her 
mate  came  here  with  her  when  it  was  time 
to  raise  their  young.  He  made  this  plas- 
ter himself  and  imprisoned  her  in  the  tree. 
But    he    left    a    hole    through    which    he    can 


42       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

feed  her  every  day  till  the  young  bird  is 
hatched.  Then  he  will  break  away  the  plas- 
ter and  set  her  free.  The  hornbill  lays  only 
one  egg  at  a  time,  and  the  young  bird  comes 
out  of  it  with  no  feathers."  Anahei  was  much 
interested  in  the  story.  He  would  have  liked 
to  wait  and  see  the  father  bird  feed  the  pa- 
tient prisoner,  but  Anahei's  papa  said  they 
must  hurry  on,  as  the  time  was  passing 
quickly. 

They  soon  came  to  a  very  tall  palm-tree. 
Far  above  them  they  could  see  a  swarm  of 
bees  coming  and  going  from  a  huge  honey- 
comb hanging  on  the  under  side  of  a  branch. 
It  would  be  hard  work  to  get  it.  There  were 
no  branches  for  at  least  sixty  feet  from  the 
ground;  nothing  but  a  straight,  smooth 
trunk. 

They  had  brought  no  ladder  with  them,  but 
what  of  that  ?  Anahei's  papa  had  a  way  by 
which  he  could  easily  reach  the  store  of  honey, 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       43 

He  looked  about  until  he  found  a  long,  tough, 
creeping  vine.  He  split  it  up  into  strips,  and 
bound  these  with  palm  leaves.  Then  he 
lighted  a  long  wooden  torch,  and  fastened  his 
chopping  knife  to  it  with  a  short  cord.  Next, 
he  took  a  cloth  out  of  one  of  the  bamboo 
pails  and  fastened  it  around  his  head,  neck, 
and  body.  He  left  his  arms  bare  so  that 
he  could  work  freely. 

Taking  the  rope  he  had  made  of  the 
creeper,  he  passed  it  around  the  tree.  He 
held  the  ends  of  it  tightly.  Then  he  began 
to  jerk  it  upward,  and  at  the  same  time  he 
set  his  feet  against  the  trunk.  Leaning  back 
against  the  loop  of  the  rope,  he  slowly  walked 
up  the  tree.  It  would  have  made  you  dizzy 
to  watch  him  as  he  went  higher  and  higher. 
Anahei  looked  at  his  father  admiringly.  He 
said  to  himself,  "  When  I  am  older,  I  can  do 
that,  too."  At  last  the  climber  came  to  the 
branch  directly  under  the  bees. 


44       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

As  soon  as  the  torch  was  held  up,  the 
smoke  began  to  drive  the  bees  out  in  every 
direction.  Many  of  them  buzzed  about  the 
man's  body ;  while  he  coolly  brushed  them 
off  with  one  hand,  with  the  other  he  cut 
down  the  honeycomb.  Then,  tying  a  cord 
around  it,  he  lowered  it  to  Anahei  on  the 
ground   below. 

By  this  time  the  bees  were  buzzing  wildly 
about  our  little  brown  cousin.  He  did  not 
run  away  as  you  would  have  done.  He 
stood  as  still  as  possible.  He  knew  that 
a  single  quick  motion  would  make  the  bees 
sting  him  severely.  Even  as  it  was,  he  was 
stung  in  several  places,  but  not  a  cry  did 
the    brave    boy   make. 

His  father  had  now  reached  the  ground. 
He  and  his  little  son  stored  away  the  delicious 
honey  and  the  wax  in  the  bamboo  pails  which 
they  had  brought.  And  now  for  a  rest ! 
How    hungry    they    were  !      And    how   good 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       45 

their  lunch  of  bananas  and  breadfruit  tasted, 
together  with  some  of  the  honey  fresh  from 
the  comb.  Then  they  started  on  their  home- 
ward journey. 

Anahei's  mamma  was  very  much  pleased  to 
see  him  after  his  day's  absence.  He  ran  to 
kiss  her  as  soon  as  he  saw  her  standing  in  the 
doorway.  But  how  do  you  suppose  the  brown 
people  kiss  ?  They  take  hold  of  each  other's 
hands  and,  looking  earnestly  into  each  other's 
eyes,  they  touch  noses  and  chins !  That  is 
their  favourite  way  of  showing  affection  for 
each  other. 

A  good  supper  was  all  ready  for  the  family. 
Anahei's  mamma  had  baked  some  fresh  bread- 
fruit in  the  hot  embers.  Besides  this,  there 
were  some  turtle's  eggs  and  fruit.  The  food 
tasted  very  good  to  our  hungry  cousin.  The 
breadfruit  was  better  than  the  most  creamy 
mashed  potatoes  that  you  ever  had.  The 
outside  of  the    breadfruit   looks  much  like  a 


46       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

large  cantaloupe.  A  core  runs  through  the 
middle,  while  the  pulp  between  the  core  and 
the  rind  is  as  delicious  as  any  vegetable  in  the 
world. 

After  supper  was  over,  Anahei's  papa  said  he 
was  going  down  to  the  shore  to  see  if  his  boat 
was  all  right.  His  little  boy  was  very  tired, 
but  as  he  begged  to  go,  his  father  said,  "  Yes ; 
you  may  come  if  you  like." 

It  was  moonlight  and  the  tall  palm-trees 
looked  very  beautiful.  Anahei  had  nearly 
reached  the  water's  edge,  when  he  saw  a 
curious  sight.  Close  beside  him,  almost  hid- 
den from  view,  was  a  turtle's  nest  full  of 
eggs.  On  top  of  it  were  two  huge  robber- 
crabs,  linked  together  in  a  deadly  fight.  They 
had  evidently  discovered  the  nest  at  the  same 
time.  Each  was  determined  to  have  the  eggs 
for  himself  alone.  A  pincer  of  one  was  held 
in  a  claw  of  the  other.  It  was  a  death-struggle 
for  both. 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       47 

Anahei's  father  got  a  stout  stick,  and  at 
last  succeeded  in  killing  them.  He  gathered 
the  eggs  and  put  them  in  his  cone-shaped 
hat  for  Anahei  to  take  home,  while  he  himself 
carried  the  crabs. 

These  robber-crabs,  as  they  are  called,  live 
on  the  land.  They  have  fatty  tails  of  a  blue 
colour.  The  fat  found  under  the  tail  is  easily 
melted.  It  is  used  by  the  natives  in  place 
of  butter.  "  How  good  it  will  taste  on  the 
sago  cakes  mamma  will  make  for  us!"  thought 
Anahei.  He  had  often  been  with  his  father 
in  search  of  crabs.  Once  he  had  seen  one 
of  them  climb  a  tree  to  get  cocoanuts.  The 
crab  had  dropped  a  nut  on  a  stone  below 
to  crack  it.  But  he  did  not  succeed.  Then 
the  cunning  creature  tore  off  the  husk  with 
its  claws,  worked  its  way  into  one  of  the 
eyes  of  the  cocoanut  with  its  sharp  pincers, 
and  made  a  hole  big  enough  for  it  to  eat 
out  the  contents  of  the  nut.     They  are  very 


48       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

wise,  these  robber-crabs,  and  most  interesting 
to  watch. 

After  such  a  day  as  this,  you  may  be  sure 
that  Anahei  slept  soundly.  He  did  not 
awake  in  the  morning  until  long  after  his 
parents  had  eaten  breakfast.  His  father  had 
gone  out  to  plough  with  his  buffaloes.  Ana- 
hei has  never  seen  a  horse,  but  he  is  quite 
used  to  driving  the  clumsy  buffalo  at  his 
work. 

Listen !  You  can  hear  his  father  calling, 
"  Oh  !  ah  !  gee  !  ugh  !  "  over  and  over  again. 
The  buffaloes  are  used  to  his  voice  and  the 
peculiar  motions  of  his  arms  in  driving  them. 
They  keep  plodding  on,  and  the  work  is 
done  at  last. 

Anahei  lies  about  all  day  in  the  long  grass. 
Toward  night  he  joins  in  a  game  of  football 
with  other  boys  of  the  village.  They  use  a 
ball  made  of  rattan,  and  dance  it  about  on 
the  foot,  arm,  or    thigh.     They  never   allow 


A    BIG    CLAM    SHELL. 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       49 

themselves  to  touch  it  with  their  hands, 
but  rest  their  feet  by  using  their  knees  or 
arms.  What  good,  straight  blows  they 
give,  and  how  graceful  their  little  naked 
bodies  are !  I  know  you  would  like  to 
watch  them. 

And  now  they  run  to  the  shore  for  a  swim. 
This  time  no  sharks  are  in  sight,  but  the 
children  must  be  careful  not  to  step  on  the 
sea-urchins,  for  their  spikes  are  often  as  long 
as  your  fingers.  They  must  look  out  also 
for  the  clams  in  the  sand,  for  they  grow  very 
large  in  the  waters  near  the  equator.  What 
harm  if  they  do,  you  ask  ?  Why,  my  dear 
children,  one  of  these  big  clams  may  open 
its  shell  and  shut  in  a  man's  whole  foot. 
He  will  be  kept  a  prisoner,  too,  for  the 
clams  are  firmly  fastened  to  the  rocks. 
Anahei  knows  a  man  who  once  had  his  hand 
caught  by  a  clam.  He  escaped  by  cutting 
his   hand    off  and    leaving   it    in    the    clam's 


50       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

strong  grasp.  Wasn't  that  a  terrible  ad- 
venture ? 

Anahei's  papa  has  the  figure  of  a  snake 
tattooed  on  his  breast,  and  is  very  proud  of 
his  strange  decoration.  Anahei  intends  to 
have  the  picture  of  some  sea  monster  tattooed 
on  his  own  body  as  soon  as  he  is  full-grown. 
It  will  hurt  him  very  much  to  have  it  done. 
It  may  be  years  before  it  is  finished.  But 
he  will  not  care  for  that,  since  it  is  the  fashion 
in  his  country. 

I  wonder  if  you  know  how  tattooing  is 
done.  The  figure  is  first  drawn  upon  the 
skin.  Then  ink  made  of  burnt  cocoanut 
shell  is  laid  upon  the  pattern,  and  picked 
into  the  flesh  with  sharp  points.  In  Borneo 
this  is  done  with  several  points  together, 
resembling  a  small  comb.  Only  a  small  part 
of  the  work  can  be  done  at  one  time.  The 
flesh  swells  and  gets  very  sore.  Often  a  fever 
is   brought  on.     Yet   the   people    are  willing 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       51 

to  suffer  all  this  for  the  sake  of  having  their 
bodies  marked  up  in  this  strange  way.  When 
once  done,  it  will  last  as  long  as  a  man  lives. 
Sailors  of  all  nations  are  very  much  given  to 
tattooing  themselves,  but  they  use  several  dif- 
ferent colours,  especially  red,  black,  and  blue. 

Before  we  leave  Anahei  and  his  strange  life, 
I  must  tell  you  what  happened  to  him  not 
long  ago.  It  was  evening,  and  he  was  down 
on  the  shore  with  his  father.  All  at  once 
he  felt  a  thrill  through  his  body.  The  earth 
seemed  to  tremble  and  then  to  rise  up  to 
meet  the  sky.  The  trees  shook  as  if  there 
were  a  hurricane.  There  was  not  a  cloud  to 
be  seen,  but  the  waves  dashed  up  on  the 
beach  with  an  angry  roar.  Anahei  suddenly 
became  faint  and  dizzy.  He  saw  his  father 
running  toward  him.  Then  both  were  thrown 
to  the  ground  by  a  still  more  violent  shock. 
What  was  it? 

Anahei  and  his  father  were  filled  with  terror, 


52       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

for  they  knew  too  well  that  it  was  an  earth- 
quake. They  lay  on  the  ground,  silent  and 
waiting.  They  did  not  move.  At  first  neither 
of  them  was  able  to  rise,  so  strong  was  the 
shock.  Would  there  be  another  and  a  worse 
shock  ?  Both  of  them  thought  of  the  earth- 
quake of  two  years  ago,  when  their  home  was 
destroyed  and  several  people  in  the  village 
were  killed.  "  Was  dear,  dear  mamma  safe 
now  ?  "  thought  Anahei. 

In  a  few  minutes  everything  was  calm  again. 
The  angry  water  rolled  back  to  its  usual  place. 
The  trees  grew  still.  As  soon  as  they  were 
able,  our  little  brown  boy  and  his  father  hur- 
ried back  to  the  village.  The  people  were 
gathered  together,  and  were  rejoicing  that  the 
worst  was  over.  Anahei's  mamma  came  run- 
ning to  meet  him  and  drew  him  lovingly  to 
her  side.  She  had  feared  for  him  and  his 
father.  "  My  little  one  is  safe,"  she  whispered, 
"  my  dear,  dear  child." 


Our  Little  Brown  Cousin       53 

Sometimes  she  tells  her  boy  about  the  great 
earthquake  when  the  waves  rushed  up  over 
the  rice  fields,  and  she  tells  him  other  stories 
that  her  mother  told  her  in  her  own  childhood. 
But  best  of  all  he  likes  to  hear  of  some  men 
who  came  to  the  village  years  ago.  It  was 
before  Anahei  was  born.  They  were  in  a  big 
ship,  bigger  than  he  has  ever  seen.  And  their 
bodies  were  white !  Anahei's  mamma  knows 
that  this  is  true  because  the  villagers  asked 
one  of  the  men  to  lift  the  long  clothing  which 
he  wore  bound  about  his  legs  and  arms.  The 
strange  man  laughed  at  this,  but  he  pulled  up 
his  sleeve,  and  rolled  up  the  cloth  about  his 
legs.  And  he  was  white ;  yes,  his  face  was 
white,  his  arms  were  white,  and  his  legs  were 
white.  He  was  certainly  a  very  strange-look- 
ing creature. 

He  could  not  say  much  in  their  lan- 
guage, but  he  pointed  far  to  the  East.  He 
made  them  understand  that  there  were  vast 


54       Our  Little  Brown  Cousin 

numbers   like    himself  in    a    far   country    over 
the  sea. 

And  Anahei,  our  little  brown  cousin,  dreams 
of  the  time  when,  he  shall  grow  up  and  sail 
away  to  that  land. 


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In  this  story  Mrs.  Johnston  relates  the  story  of  Dago, 
a  pet  monkey,  owned  jointly  by  two  brcners.  Dago 
tells  his  own  story,  and  the  account  of  his  haps  and  mis- 
haps is  both  interesting  and  amusing. 

The  Quilt  That  Jack  Built. 

A  pleasant  little  story  of  a  boy's  labor  of  love,  and 
how  it  changed  the  course  of  his  life  many  years  after 
it  was  accomplished. 

Flip's  Islands  of  Providence. 

A  story  of  a  boy's  life  battle,  his  early  defeat,  and  bit 
final  triumph,  well  worth  the  reading. 


COSY  CORNER  SERIES 


By  EDITH  ROBINSON 

A  Little  Puritan's  First  Christmas. 

A  Story  of  Colonial  times  in  Boston,  telling  how 
Christmas  was  invented  by  Betty  Sewall,  a  typical  child 
of  the  Puritans,  aided  by  her  brother  Sam. 

A  Little  Daughter  of  Liberty. 

The  author  introduces  this  story  as  follows: 
"  One  ride  is  memorable  in  the  early  history  of  the 
American  Revolution,  the  well-known  ride  of  Paul 
Revere.  Equally  deserving  of  commendation  is  another 
ride,  —  the  ride  of  Anthony  Severn,  —  which  was  no  less 
historic  in  its  action  or  memorable  in  its  consequences." 

A  Loyal  Little  Maid. 

A  delightful  and  interesting  story  of  Revolutionary 
days,  in  which  the  child  heroine,  Betsey  Schuyler, 
renders  important  services  to  George  Washington. 

A  Little  Puritan  Rebel. 

This  is  an  historical  tale  of  a  real  girl,  during  the 
time  when  the  gallant  Sir  Harry  Vane  was  governor  of 
Massachusetts. 

A  Little  Puritan  Pioneer. 

The  scene  of  this  story  is  laid  in  the  Puritan  settle- 
ment at  Charlestown. 

A  Little  Puritan  Bound  GirL 

A  story  of  Boston  in  Puritan  days,  which  J*s  of  great 
interest  to  youthful  readers. 

A  Little  Puritan  Cavalier. 

The  story  of  a  "  Little  Puritan  Cavalier  "  who  tried 
with  all  his  boyish  enthusiasm  to  emulate  the  spirit  and 
ideals  of  the  dead  Crusaders. 

A  Puritan  Knight  Errant. 

The  story  tells  of  a  young  lad  in  Colonial  times  who 
endeavored  to  carry  out  the  high  ideals  of  the  knights 
of  olden  days. 


Z.  C.  PAGE  AND  COMPANY'S 

By  OUIDA  {Louise  de  la  Ramie) 

A  Dog  Of  Flanders  :  A  Christmas  Story. 
Too  well  and  favorably  known  to  require  description. 

The  Nurnberg  Stove. 

This  beautiful  story  has  never  before  been  published 
at  a  popular  price. 

By  FRANCES  MARGARET  FOX 

The  Little  Giant's  Neighbours. 

A  charming  nature  story  of  a  "  little  giant "  whose 
neighbours  were  the  creatures  of  the  field  and  garden. 

Farmer  Brown  and  the  Birds. 

A  little  story  which  teaches  children  that  the  birds 
are  man's  best  friends. 

Betty  of  Old  Mackinaw. 

A  charming  story  of  child-life,  appealing  especially  to 
the  little  readers  who  like  stories  of  "real  people." 

Brother  Billy. 

The  story  of  Betty's  brother,  and  some  further  ad- 
ventures of  Betty  herself. 

Mother  Nature's  Little  Ones. 

Curious  little  sketches  describing  the  early  lifetime, 
or  "  childhood,"  of  the  little  creatures  out-of-doors. 

How  Christmas  Came  to  the  Mul- 
vaneys. 

A  bright,  lifelike  little  story  of  a  family  of  poor  chil- 
dren, with  an  unlimited  capacity  for  fun  and  mischief. 
The  wonderful  never-to-be  forgotten  Christmas  that 
came  to  then  is  the  climax  of  a  series  of  exciting  inci- 
dents. 


COSY  CORNER  SERIES 


By  MISS  MULOCK 

The  Little  Lame  Prince. 

A  delightful  story  of  a  little  boy  who  has  many  ad« 
ventures  by  means  of  the  magic  gifts  of  his  fairy  god- 
mother. 

Adventures  of  a  Brownie. 

The  story  of  a  household  elf  who  torments  the  cook 
and  gardener,  but  is  a  constant  joy  and  delight  to  the 
children  who  love  and  trust  him. 

His  Little  Mother. 

Miss  Mulock's  short  stones  for  children  are  a  constant 
source  of  delight  to  them,  and  "  His  Little  Mother,"  in 
this  new  and  attractive  dress,  will  be  welcomed  by  hosts 
of  youthful  readers. 

Little  Sunshine's  Holiday. 

An  attractive  story  of  a  summer  outing.  "  Little  Sun- 
shine "  is  another  of  those  beautiful  child-characters  for 
which  Miss  Mulock  is  so  justly  famous. 

By   MARSHALL   SAUNDERS 

For  His  Country. 

A  sweet  and  graceful  story  of  a  little  boy  who  loved 
his  country ;  written  with  that  charm  which  has  endeared 
Miss  Saunders  to  hosts  of  readers. 

Nita,  the  Story  of  an  Irish  Setter. 

In  this  touching  little  book,  Miss  Saunders  shows  how 
dear  to  her  heart  are  all  of  God's  dumb  creatures. 

Alpatok,   the  Story  of  an    Eskimo 
Dog. 

Alpatok,  an  Eskimo  dog  from  the  far  north,  was  stolen 
from  his  master  and  left  to  starve  in  a  strange  city,  but 
was  befriended  and  cared  for,  until  he  was  able  to  re- 
turn to  his  owner. 


L.   C.   PAGE  AND    COMPANY'S 
By  WILL  ALLEN  DROMGOOLE 

The  Farrier's  Dog  and  His  Fellow. 

This  story,  written  by  the  gifted  young  Southern 
woman,  will  appeal  to  all  that  is  best  in  the  natures  of 
the  many  admirers  of  her  graceful  and  piquant  style. 

The  Fortunes  of  the  Fellow. 

Those  who  read  and  enjoyed  the  pathos  and  charm 
of  "  The  Farrier's  Dog  and  His  Fellow"  will  welcome 
the  further  account  of  the  adventures  of  Baydaw  and 
the  Fellow  at  the  home  of  the  kindly  smith. 

The  Best  of  Friends. 

This  continues  the  experiences  of  the  Farrier's  dog  and 
his  Fellow,  written  in  Miss  Dromgoole's  well-known 
charming  style. 

Down  in  Dixie. 

A  fascinating  story  for  boys  and  girls,  of  A  family  of 
Alabama  children  who  move  to  Florida  and  grow  up  in 
the  South. 


By  MARIAN  W.  WILDMAN 

Loyalty  Island. 

An  account  of  the  adventures  of  four  children  and 
their  pet  dog  on  an  island,  and  how  they  cleared  their 
brother  from  the  suspicion  of  dishonesty. 

Theodore  and  Theodora. 

This  is  a  story  of  the  exploits  and  mishaps  of  two  mis- 
chievous twins,  and  continues  the  adventures  of  the 
interesting  group  of  children  in  "  Loyalty  Island." 


COSY  CORNER  SERIES 


By  CHARLES  G.  D.  ROBERTS 

The  Cruise  of  the  Yacht  Dido. 

The  story  of  two  boys  who  turned  their  yacht  into  a 
fishing  boat  to  earn  money  to  pay  for  a  college  course, 
and  of  their  adventures  while  exploring  in  search  of 
hidden  treasure. 

The  Young  Acadian. 

The  story  of  a  young  lad  of  Acadia  who  rescued  a 
little  English  girl  from  the  hands  of  savages. 

The  Lord  of  the  Air. 

The  Story  of  the  Eagle 

The  King  of  the  Mamozekel. 

The  Story  of  the  Moose 

The  Watchers  of  the  Camp=fire. 

The  Story  of  the  Panther 

The  Haunter  of  the  Pine  Gloom. 

The  Story  of  the  Lynx 

The  Return  to  the  Trails. 

The  Story  of  the  Bear 

The  Little  People  of  the  Sycamore. 

The  Story  of  the  Raccoon 

By  OTHER  AUTHORS 

The  Great  Scoop. 

By  MOLL  Y  ELLIOT  SEA  WELL 

A  capital  tale  of  newspaper  life  in  a  big  city,  and 
of  a  bright,  enterprising,  likable  youngster  employed 
thereon. 

John  Whopper. 

The  late  Bishop  Clark's  popular  story  of  the  boy  who 
fell  through  the  earth  and  came  out  in  China,  with  a 
new  introduction  by  Bishop  Potter. 


L.   C.  PAGE  AND   COMPANY 


The  Dole  Twins. 

By  KA  TE  UPSON  CLARK 

The  adventures  of  two  little  people  who  tried  to  earn 
money  to  buy  crutches  for  a  lame  aunt.  An  excellent 
description  of  child-life  about  1812,  which  will  greatly 
interest  and  amuse  the  children  of  to-day,  whose  life  is 
widely  different. 

Larry  Hudson's  Ambition. 

By  JAMES  OTIS,  author  of  "Toby Tyler,"  etc. 

Larry  Hudson  is  a  typical  American  boy,  whose  hard 
work  and  enterprise  gain  him  his  ambition,  —  an  educa- 
tion and  a  start  in  the  world. 

The  Little  Christmas  Shoe. 

By  JANE  P.  SCOTT  WOODRUFF 

A  touching  story  of  Yule-tide. 

Wee  Dorothy. 

By  LAURA   UPDEGRAFF 

A  story  of  two  orphan  children,  the  tender  devotion 
of  the  eldest,  a  boy,  for  his  sister  being  its  theme  and 
setting.  With  a  bit  of  sadness  at  the  beginning,  the 
story  is  otherwise  bright  and  sunny,  and  altogether 
wholesome  in  every  way. 

The  King  of  the  Golden   River:    a 

Legend  of  Stiria.     By  JOHN  RUSK  IN 
Written  fifty  years  or  more   ago,   and  not  originally 
intended  for  publication,  this  little  fairy-tale  soon  be- 
came known  and  made  a  place  for  itself. 

A  Child's  Garden  of  Verses. 

By  L.  R.  STEVENSON 

Mr.  Stevenson's  little  volume  is  too  well  known  to 
need  description. 


